The week stumbled along in its usual way, with a Palm Sunday praise service in the evening, with Viv and the rest of the musicians singing as they might be expected to do.
Monday was a normal work day, and I spent the evening preparing the talk I was to give at our monthly prayer meeting on Wednesday. I was sure Viv said she was going out to some event on Tuesday night, but apparently this wasn't the case.
Wednesday was another day, and in the evening I presented the talk I had prepared, though it didn't go as well as I hoped. As Viv said, it was the wrong sort of talk for the meeting it was.
By Thursday, preparations for Easter should have been complete, but they weren't. David joined us as we went off to the Maundy Thursday service, a short communion service, recalling the events of the Last Supper.
And today, Good Friday, the day that we remember Christ's death on the cross. Good Friday, certainly good for Barabbas, as Nick reminded us this morning. Fish for lunch, Betty round in the afternoon; packing up clothes and preparing for our trip away.
But that, as they say, is another story.